Sha Ek and SleazyWorld Go - Difference Between

Into eMRLD
Gang-gang-gang a Lau on the beat
OGz the fuck up

It's a difference between me and
All of these rappers
I'm really up in the street
They be jackin' the static
But always be duckin'
When niggas run into me
Niggas never gonna tell you the truth
Niggas always gonna tell you a lie
Free the guys
Man this shit not the same I be
Thinkin' bout' them all the time
We was buggin', chillin on the strip
I told Dot to go fuck on his bitch
That's the reason why niggas
Be droppin' our shit
Cause they bitches always doin' dick
Every track that I drop be fire, dead opps
Got me tired
D&D went viral, thanks to the opps
I got a shot of Delilah (Lilah)
Face of the what? I'm the face
Of this shit beat the odds
I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone cartier watch
To show these niggas that I'm grown (On bro)
I go back to my block, cops on my dick
I get low if im totin' on Sally
Bitch I really work hard for this shit got
I'ma up it if you try to line me
(Boom boom, grrah)

It's a difference between me and all of these
Rappers I'm really up in the street
They be jackin' the static
But always be duckin'
When niggas run into me
Niggas never gonna tell you the truth
Niggas always gonna tell you a lie
Free the guys
Man this shit not the same I be
Thinkin' bout' them all the time
We was buggin', chillin on the strip
I told Dot to go fuck on his bitch
That's the reason why niggas
Be droppin' our shit
Cause they bitches always doin' dick
Every track that I drop be fire, dead opps
Got me tired
D&D went viral thanks to the opps
I got a shot of Delilah (Lilah)

Face of the what? I'm the face
Of this shit beat the odds
I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone cartier watch
To show these niggas that I'm grown
I go back to my block, cops on my dick
I get low if im totin' on Sally
Bitch I really work hard for this shit got
I'ma up it if you try to line me
(Bow-bow, grrah)

Uh, come on (Come on) , don't run
Lemme pull your hair (Yo hair)
We up on fans don't stare
(Don't stare) , we ain't giving no passes
No spares (No spares)
We ain't giving to passes out
(Uh, uh) , flipped his loadie, crashed it out
Closed casket, they can't show his face
Them switches clapped his mouth (Gltt)
We do the hit's, we the main
Reason the city be poppin'
We the ones blowin' up shit
(Blowin' up shit)
The opps ain't slidin' to kill nobody
Them boys be shootin' to miss
(Shootin' to miss)
Them niggas ain't shootin' they shots
(They shit) , and if i catch
A opp on that block
I'm gonna put his face to the Glock
(Gltt-gltt)

Face of the what? I'm the face
Of this shit beat the odds
I did it on my own
And I dead got a two-tone cartier watch
To show these niggas that I'm grown
I go back to my block, cops on my dick
I get low if im totin' on Sally
Bitch I really work hard for this shit got
I'ma up it if you try to line me
(Bow-bow, grrah)

Written by:
UNKNOWN COMPOSER, ADRIAN LAU, CHALIM PERRY, EVAN ELLICOTT, JOSEPH ISAAC, LUCA FANO CAROTI

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